Friday, July 23, 2010
Rinse, Revert, Repeat
There are different things for different people that have a profound effect on the way they behave in public.
While things that begin with "i" can make the masses dissolve into a fit of mindless droids and drive people to stand in line for hours *coughs*, for me, it's the people I'm with. Or more specifically, friends.
I've had different friends for different periods of my life. Let's ignore the kindergarten ones eh? At that point in time, all I cared about was not wetting myself by the time I reach the toilet. Am also ignoring my primary school friends because they were all kinda weird now that I think about it. I'm glad I made it out alive.
I always thought I'd grown up, gained a better grasp on things and had more control over my behaviour. Which is pretty much true like when I tell myself to sit, I do. I also dont wet myself anymore on the way to the toilet, which is an achievement that I am quite proud of.
But when I'm with different groups of friends, it all dissolves in a matter of seconds. I get all haughty and condescending with my secondary school friends because I was abit of a snotty know-it-all back then. We deliver low blows to one another and squeal a lot for some unknown reason.
With my close college mates who were mostly guys, my volume gets 10 times louder, I guffaw in laughter and I say "Dude!" and "Seriously?" and "No way!" a little more often than legally necessary.
On rare occasion, some friends have been known to trigger an accent. An accent?!! What am I?? The Queen??
Anyway, I was just thinking about how a simple thing like a change in company can revert us back to old habits.
I bumped into an old friend whom I was pretty close to during my college days (but we didnt go to the same college) and we had a whole gang that used to hang out more often than was healthy. I was all ready to put on a 22-year old grown up swagger and talk about grown up things like work, the weather, insurance and fibre.
Much to my everlasting disgust, I broke down into a constant fit of giggles throughout our entire conversation. I wanted to slap myself and command my brain to stop giggling, but my hands were preoccupied with clamping over my mouth in a vain attempt to stifle an entire giggle parade.
They were a pretty funny bunch that had me in stitches and left me with a sore stomach everytime I hung out with them. They could have thrown a brick at my head and I would have giggled on the way to the hospital with a concussion.
Oh friends, look what you've done.
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